No, Marisa SURPRISES me

Before I can get to the door I hear someone in the hallway. My eyes are fixed on the doorway. Seconds later my sister appears. Marisa looks very flushed and she is taking deep breaths. Her system has to handle another person inside her in this heat. When she spots me a smile appears on her lips.

“John, why didn't you wake me when you got up this morning?” she asks me a little bit angry. She places her hands on her hips to appear more serious. She has never been a good actor. We both know she needed the few extra hours sleep this morning and I'm more than happy to do a little work for her. After a moment of silence we both start to grin. Since we were children every fight I had with Marisa was forgotten only minutes later. Our connection was too strong for something to bring us apart.

“Nice work bro.” she compliments me after she looked around the apartment. Satisfied with the smile on her face I grab my backpack and head for the door.

“Where are you going?” Marisa asks me.

“I have to shower. I'm soaked.” I tell her and am about to start walking again.

“Don't be silly. Why don't you hop in my new shower? There's everything you need in the bathroom.” she tells me. I think about it for a moment. Although I could drive home right now, I'd like to spend some more time with her and maybe she needs help with something else.

My mind was made up in a second and I put my bag on the kitchen counter and go into the bathroom. In a matter of seconds my clothes lie on the floor and I enjoy the cold water on my skin. The refreshing effect gives me new energy almost instantly. A few minutes later I step out of the shower and start to dry off. Behind the door I can hear Marisa move around some furniture. While I try to get dry and prevent myself from starting to sweat again, I look around the room. Just like the rest of the apartment the colors and furniture give the room a very pleasant feel.

I wrap the towel around my hips when I hear a loud thud, followed by a another. Lightning-fast I rush out of the bathroom and see Marisa sitting on the floor in front of the couch. My initial panic disappears slowly when Marisa smiles at me and signals that everything is okay.

“I just wanted to push the couch back a little.” she defends her actions. I take her hands into mine and pull her to her feet. She seems to be weaker than I thought, because she needs a second to regain her balance.

“Why didn't you tell me?” I ask her more harshly than intended. He guide her to the couch and she sits down. “You know you are.......” I continue before something in Marisa's look stops me.

“Unable to do anything? Lost without help?” Marisa shouts, almost spits at me. Her eyes are filling with tears. Shocked by her sudden outburst I need a second to think. In this moment all her fears had come to the surface. She was pregnant, felt alone, abandoned.

The grief I feel is unbelievable. I wish I could beat the guy who to a bloody pulp. All her life Marisa has been affectionate and someone who needed physical contact. She always is the one who looks for proximity and warmth. That's why I get to my knees next to her and take her hands into mine once again.

“Do you know what I thought when I saw you sitting in the kitchen a few days ago?” I ask her with a calm voice. She relaxes a little bit and the flow of tears seems to subside. “I hope one day I'll be that lucky. One day I'll start a family with a girl as beautiful as you.”

Unable to control her emotions she rushes into my arms, hugs me tightly and doesn't want to let go. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

We stay like that for a moment, before Marisa pulls away. She stares at me with her cool blue eyes and I'm reminded of my dream. It is the same affectionate and loving look. The seconds seem to stretch and I'm afraid to push her away. I don't want to let go of her and I don't have to. Without any warning she leans forward and kisses me.

Thoughts are rushing trough my head, but I'm unable to process any of them. The sweet taste of something that reminds me of honey invades every last corner of my thoughts. Her soft hands take hold of my cheeks and her lips press against mine over and over again. Trying to savor every moment of it I close my minds and loose myself in Marisa's touch. Without any clear thought my hands wander up her thighs to her round belly. I brush over it and feel the little person inside kick against my palms. The whole world disappears and only Marisa's taste and warmth is left.

Marisa gently pushes me back and our lips disconnect for what seems like forever.

“If you love me, make love to me.” she whispers into my ear and places my hand on her breast.